"Awh, don't you look cute, Dean?"

You tease, eyeing him in his hair net while Sam snickered next to you.

"Shut the hell up."

Dean grumbles. The three of you were undercover in a health spa, where people were literally having the weight (and life) sucked out of them. Sam had gotten a gig teaching yoga classes, while you were in the rehabilitation center as an athletic trainer. Putting your dusty masters degree to use for once.

"Don't get why you two get to look hot and I have to just…eat my troubles away in the kitchen."

Dean huffs, eyeing Sam's muscle short and shorts as well as yours. Sam looks over at you too, admiring you shamelessly.

"Well, she's got a degree, and I'm just.."

He shrugs.

"I guess they thought I had more charisma than you."

Dean groans as Sam checks his watch.

"My uh…Ashtanza yoga class starts in 5 minutes."

"How the hell do you know anything about yoga?"

Dean narrows his eyes.

"You're not the only one who ever dated someone bendy."

Sam cracks a smile, taking pride in Dean's annoyed expression.

"I gotta go."

You murmur, slipping away faster than either of them can say anything. Sam frowns, watching you go.

"Nice going, Sammy boy."

Dean grins.

"Not too smart to bring up bendy exes to someone you're tryin' ta bang."

Sam rolls his eyes,

"I'm not trying to 'bang' My Persona. I like her, Dean. She means more to me than that. But yeah, thanks for pointing out my failures."

Dean just grins.

"Well good luck. She's gonna be touchin' on other men all day for training."

Sam's face falls, the realization just hitting him.